Whoa nelly!

It's been a while since I paid a visit, but I can assure you that my brain hasn't been lazy. I went back to school this summer at age 50. Nope, I didn't type that wrong. And just why would I put myself through this at my age? Simple. At the end of my first class, which was composed of all kinds of adult students who had, more or less, completed half of their degree, but never finished. The professor asked if there was anyone who might wish to say something. I raised my hand and spoke. "To all my classmates, I would like to say one thing. It took each one of you a lot to make the decision to go back to school at your age, so take some advice from me. In 1976, I quit school. This year marks my 30th year of being a dumbass. I don't ever intend to quit and settle for second best again, and I hope you share my feelings." The class erupted in applause as we adjourned.